This goes out to Hawke, my good friend. This is a vague, poetic account of how we met. The "bark" is a reference to another poem I shared with her when we met that was an accurate account of how I felt towards her.

Once upon an evening past,I heard Destiny's fateful trumpet blast,Upon the wind whistling across the sky,Denying touch of hand or eye,I perceived something pierce my soul like a dart,I felt that radiant note resonate in my heart,My heart bled that day,But I lost no blood to my dismay,Then I saw upon a tree,The answer which had taunted me,Inscribed upon that strange and mystical bark,Were the words of my heart,I wrote them I know not when,But I finally understood them then,They were a divination of what had come to be,An emotional forecast given to me.

From what spirit? I leave that question to thee.For to me then it was plain to see.

Then I looked to the sky,And saw that to which my heart is tied,A Hawke glided gently down,And became a maiden in a vibrant feathered gown,To this day still you can easily perceive,Just the smallest portion of the threads the Heavens weave.

11/08/2003

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